Then, Zhao Rong picked up another spicy strip with chopsticks and tasted it. Then he put down his chopsticks, squinted his eyes slightly, shook the wine bottle in his hand at the old Confucian scholar who looked at him, and sighed with regret:

"The wine is spicy enough, it tastes like Brother San Bian's hometown, but your Da Wei's spicy strips are not that good, they don't have that taste."

Qin Jianfu laughed.

"Just eat it."

"Too."

Zhao Rong nodded.

There really is no next time.

Qin Jianfu looked at him, his eyes unwavering and unhurried, and there seemed to be a hint of joking deep in his eyes.

Zhang Huizhi held Zhao Rong's scholar's jade in his hand, turned his head and stared at the scenery outside the courtyard, and held a pot of wine in his other hand.

Zhao Rong picked up the two chopsticks again, stood them up, and tapped the table twice to align the chopsticks.

Ready to eat the remaining spicy strips.

Suddenly, the young Confucian scholar seemed to catch a glimpse of something with his peripheral vision, and couldn't help but look behind Qin Jianfu in surprise.

Qin Jianfu seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Zhao Rong listened with the chopsticks in his hands and couldn't help but pointed behind the old man and said seriously: "There is really someone, if you don't believe me, just look."

Qin Jianfu's disfigured face had a 'kind' smile, he nodded slightly, and then looked back very cooperatively.

The courtyard behind him was empty. Except for Zhao Qian'er, who was immobilized, and a trembling and struggling native flying sword, there was no one anywhere.

The old man glanced at the courtyard, but his consciousness had already swept a hundred miles away, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. He turned back to look at Zhao Rong.

"Well, it seems that I left again. It's a pity that you didn't look back earlier."

The young Confucian scholar pretended to sigh and shrugged.

He found a place to go down. After all, he wanted to save face, didn't he?

Qin Jianfu looked at him quietly.

Childish tricks.

As if realizing his boredom, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and continued to reach for the spicy strips on the plate with the chopsticks in his hand.

Qin Jianfu glanced at him and shook his head.

And just at the moment when the old man shook his head!

The entire bamboo forest courtyard suddenly experienced sudden changes, and strange phenomena occurred.

Behind the disfigured old Confucian scholar, a young girl turned around, put two slender fingers together, and waved down towards the old man's back from right to left, slanting but straight.

A snow-white sword energy belonging to the seventh level Mo Xia.

Soar into the sky.

In an instant, the sword energy condensed into a snow-white thin line, locking the energy of the fifth-level Jindan old scholar, and slashed diagonally towards his rickety back.

This sword energy tore apart the space, and it was so fast that it lost any sound in the air.

From a distance, it looks like a child making a straight, soundless slash with a wooden sword.

However, only those who are facing it and locked by its energy can truly feel its terrifying majesty that belongs only to the strong men in the seventh realm.

The 'snow-white thin line' seemed to tear Qin Jianfu's rickety back apart in the next second.

The air in the whole place froze.

"Ho ho..."

At this moment, a subtle laughter sounded softly.

It was also accompanied by some coughing sounds.

Suddenly, the light in the courtyard dimmed.

The silence before was restored again.

The snow-white thin lines are gone.

This Zhao Qian'er wielded the seventh-level Mo Xia sword energy that even Yuanying realm monks trembled...

Gone.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar's back still remained where he was.

Safe and sound, not a single scratch.

At this time, the old man lowered his head and smiled.

The laughter ranges from deep to hoarse.

getting bigger.

"Ho ho ho ho... ha ha ha ha... cough cough cough..."

He was defeated by the hand holding the pipe behind him.

At some point, a small gray cigarette pouch appeared.

After he originally took out the golden elixir and swallowed it, it had been put back in and was still hanging on the pipe.

At this moment, the cigarette bag opened its mouth with a diameter as wide as the little finger, and quietly fell on the old man's skinny palm.

The whole place was silent.

Under the eyes of shock and despair.

This one looked at the ordinary tobacco bag slowly closing, and the remaining few wisps of snow-white sword energy lingered around the mouth of the bag, and finally completely dissipated as the mouth of the bag closed...

"How...how is it possible?"

The last move that was almost guaranteed to win was quietly broken.

Zhao Qian'er's eyes widened and she couldn't help but take a step back, muttering in a tone of disbelief and confusion.

The girl's heart sinks infinitely.

The young Confucian scholar, whose tacit cooperation failed, suddenly frowned and stared at the breathless and disfigured old Confucian scholar who was laughing.

"Zhao Rong, something is wrong with this situation, very wrong..." came the serious voice of a certain sword spirit.

The young Confucian scholar's heart suddenly became cold.

This is not just revenge for him, Zhao Ziyu.

Someone is trying to kill him...them!
Chapter completed!